Total pages in book: 128
Estimated words: 122966 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 615(@200wpm)___ 492(@250wpm)___ 410(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 122966 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 615(@200wpm)___ 492(@250wpm)___ 410(@300wpm)
He wasn’t wholly satisfied with that. “We should go out this weekend. I need to get shit-faced before I head out again.”
Ah. I didn’t pry. He said he was a risk assessment consultant in the private sector, and judging by the scars and wounds he brought home after assignments, he didn’t stop at merely assessing the risks.
“Stay safe, buddy,” I settled for saying these days. “We’ll hit up the bar on Friday. First round’s on me.” We always went to the same place at the marina. “Ask Jake to join us. He ships out soon too, doesn’t he?”
Darius came from a big family of five brothers and two sisters, and three of the guys were involved with the military, Darius included. He might say he was a risk assessment consultant, but… Then there was his eldest brother, Jake, who was in the Army. Ryan, a year younger than Darius, was a Marine currently deployed in Iraq.
Darius nodded with a dip of his chin. “I’ll ask him.”
“Where’s he off to this time?”
“Afghanistan again.”
I’d never understand that level of care. I’d cared about a single person to the extent where I’d take a bullet for him, but I couldn’t say I felt the same way about our country. I hadn’t lost my footing; I’d never had it. I didn’t feel patriotic, I didn’t have a cause to fight for, I…just didn’t care. But it did bother me to have a friend of mine risking his life for…what? People like me?
What a fucking waste.
Jake was such an optimist too. It was his faith in humanity that’d eventually pushed Darius and me closer as friends. He and I shared similar views on the world.
“I should probably head home.” I glanced at the door, reluctant enough that Darius picked up on it.
“Everything okay?” he asked. “How’s the divorce coming along?”
“Swell,” I drawled. “There’s nothing like sitting there and seeing your wife ticking off all the times you cheated on her on her fingers.”
Darius shook his head. “So, she’s taking you to the cleaners now, eh?”
I shrugged. There wasn’t that much to take, but I was ready to start over with nothing. “Thank fuck we never had kids. I’d be paying alimony till I died.”
The only thing that made me bitter about the divorce was that I’d no longer be able to hurt her. After everything she’d done to me… She’d walk away. She’d start fresh, while I was stuck here dealing with the scars she’d given me. Oh, she thought I was bad for cheating on her? I wouldn’t have done that if she hadn’t betrayed me in the first place. Fucking whore.
Screw it. We weren’t divorced yet. There was still some pain I could inflict.
Thursday was a good day to fuck a student in the bed I shared with my wife.
“Oh my God,” Amber moaned. “Harder!”
She was really thankful for the C+ I’d given her. Tomorrow, she’d graduate high school and fuck off from our little town.
Good riddance.
She was a dumb little bitch who’d had to take her sophomore year twice, but she took my cock well enough.
I gripped her hips tighter but slowed down a bit. Angie was due home any minute, and I wanted to blow my load in Amber’s pussy right around the time the door opened downstairs.
“Please, Avery,” Amber begged.
“Don’t use my fucking name,” I told her. I ground into her and reached under her middle, then slipped a hand between her legs.
She gasped as I rubbed her clit, and she asked if she could lie on her back.
“No.” I didn’t fuck missionary. I didn’t wanna see their faces.
More than that, I didn’t want them to see me once I’d shed my button-down, and I was only wearing my undershirt now.
After a few more minutes, I finally heard a car pulling in. The sound drove a shit-ton of lust into me, and I let go. I reveled in the physical pleasure and fucked the girl harder. Like she wanted me to.
I groaned.
I peered down to see my cock disappear in and out of her wet pussy. If I’d succumbed to her advances sooner, maybe I would’ve been fucking her up the ass by now. Something to consider with the next student who hit on me by giggling and saying they were eighteen now. Nineteen, in this girl’s case. Since she was an idiot who’d been held back.
“I’m so close,” she whimpered.
I don’t care.
I sucked in a breath, getting close too, and swiped the pad of my thumb over her asshole.
As I heard the familiar sound of Angie’s keys hitting the glass bowl in the hallway, I sped up and chased my orgasm. With a few seductive strokes on the girl’s clit, I had her crying out her climax, and I followed a beat later.
Fuck.
I shuddered and rocked deeper, spilling into the condom in several bursts.